로그인Chapter 2I want to deny it. I open my mouth to shape the words, and Dante's finger presses harder against my throat, silencing me with the promise of pressure rather than its application. My pulse hammers against his leather-clad skin, a Morse code I can't control, broadcasting everything I need to conceal."Listen to her heart." Dante addresses the others as if I were equipment, machinery requiring calibration. "It speaks more honestly than she will. Fear, yes. But beneath it.." his head tilts, that mechanical assessment softening into something more difficult to read "something else. Something that doesn't know whether to fight or surrender because it has never been offered the choice.""Then we offer it." Vittorio's grip in my hair tightens, His other hand rises to my face, turning my chin until I meet his eyes for the first time. What I find there stops my breath more thoroughly than any threat. Hunger, held in ruthless check. Want, directed with surgical precision. The terri
Chapter 1The warehouse reeks of diesel and old iron, the kind of smell that seeps into fabric and never washes out. I stand in the center of the concrete floor in a dress I didn't choose, emerald silk, cut too low, clinging to hips that have lost weight these past three weeks. My wrists are unbound, but that means nothing. There are twelve men with guns between me and the only door I can see."On your knees."The voice comes from the shadows beyond the industrial floodlights. I don't move. I've learned that much, compliance without command, obedience without dignity, that path leads somewhere worse than this warehouse.A man steps forward. wearing a dark wool overcoat.His eyes are the color of wet slate, and they move over me with the methodical assessment of a man pricing livestock. This is Dante Morelli. I've heard his name whispered in the holding house, always followed by silence."She doesn't follow instructions." His observation carries no weight,like might be commenting
Chapter 5The Maids PovThe heavy oak door swings wide open and Alaric stands there with his shirt half-undone and the golden embroidery along the cuffs catching the torchlight. His gaze locks onto me, dark and hungry, and something inside me clenches. He doesn’t even glance at Mira. "You’re late," he says, voice rough as gravel, and the way his thumb hooks into the waistband of his trousers…fuck, I know what that means. My thighs press together before I can stop them.Mira’s grip on my wrist tightens. "Late for what—" Her words cut off sharp as she follows my line of sight past Alaric, into the chamber beyond.The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows over the desk…my desk, the one he bent me over just last night, the wood still scored with the imprint of my nails. The inkwell is knocked aside, black ink staining the floor And there, half-hidden behind the heavy drapes, is my discarded apron, the ties snapped.Mira’s breath hisses through her teeth. "Oh, you stupi
Chapter 4The Maids PovMy fingers tremble as I adjust the high collar of my maid’s uniform, but it’s useless, the fabric clings to my skin, too thin to hide the dark, bruised imprint of Alaric’s teeth. The mark pulses when I touch it, a slow, throbbing reminder of last night. Of his hands pinning me down, his voice rough in my ear, You’ll wear my mark where everyone can see it.I swallow hard, The castle is already filled with movement, servants bustling with trays of breakfast, guards exchanging quiet words, the distant clatter of silverware from the great hall. And then there’s her…Mira, the head laundress, her arms folded over her apron as she blocks my path. Her gaze locks onto my neck before I can even force a smile.“Good morning, Lyselle,” she says, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. “You look… flustered.”My fingers twitch at my sides. I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying me. “Just warm from the kitchens,” I lie, forcing a laugh that sounds too high, too bri
Chapter 3The Prince’s PovThe desk groans under Lyselle’s weight as I drive into her again, my cock buried to the hilt, her tight little cunt clenching around me like she never wants me to leave. Her nails rake down my back, her heels digging into the edge of the desk hard enough to leave marks in the polished wood. The firelight flickers over her skin, catching the sheen of sweat on her breasts, the way her nipples tighten every time I bottom out inside her. She’s still trembling from her last orgasm, her body oversensitive, but she takes me like she was made for it—like she needs it.“Fuck…Alaric!” Her voice breaks, her back arching off the desk as I grind my hips against hers, my cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes her whimper. I can feel her pulse around me, her walls fluttering, and I know she’s close again. But I’m not done with her yet.I slow my thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, just to hear her gasp. My fingers dig into her hips,
Chapter 2 The Maid’s PovThe latch clicks behind me, the heavy oak door sealing shut.The chamber is darker than before, only the embers in the hearth cast a dim, flickering glow, painting Alaric’s sharp features in gold and shadow. He hasn’t moved from where he stands near the desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the fine linen of his shirt, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the wood. The air between us is thick, charged, I barely have time to draw breath before he’s on me.His hand slams against the door above my head, the impact rattling the hinges, his body pressing mine flat against the wood. The scent of him floods my senses as his mouth crashes onto mine, not a kiss but a claim. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting just hard enough to make me gasp, and his tongue plunges inside, hot and demanding. I moan into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to anchor myself as his free hand rips at the laces of my bodic
Chapter 2 The air outside the academy is cold enough to bite, but Elliot is warm beside me, practically dragging me toward the waiting Uber he ordered before I even agreed to go out. That’s Elliot, always two steps ahead, always with glitter in his veins.We slide into the backseat together, and
Chapter 5The tiny camera trembled in my grip, its cold metal digging into my palm as I stared at it, making my breath come in sharp, uneven gasps. Weeks. He had been watching me for weeks, every whispered moan, every desperate touch, every moment I thought was private, sacred. My stomach twisted
Chapter 6The stage lights blazed down, casting my flushed skin in a golden glow as the crowd's murmurs swelled into a hungry roar. Damian's fingers tightened around my waist, his touch possessive, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in."Ladies and gentlemen," he purred, his voice carrying
Chapter 5I don’t let myself look back when I slip out of Jaxton’s hotel room.If I turn around, if I see him half-asleep in that tousled way he has, looking as beautiful as ever, I might fall apart. And I can’t. I don’t get to be that girl. Not today. Not with a wedding dress waiting for me in my







